“Wait until I give you one of my massages.”
“A man of many talents.”
“There might be a thing or two I haven’t shown you yet.”
He flipped her over onto her stomach driving his cock into her with enough force to shake the bed.
“I need to come,” she cried, urging him to go harder.
He quickly complied, bringing them both to orgasms that had them spiraling over the edge.
When he pulled away, Ria couldn’t move.
“Are you all right?” he laughingly asked.
“No more pictures for you.”
Epilogue
Ria lay on the blanket, admiring the sky, thinking it was the same color as Nicholas’s eyes.
“Oh God,” Melanie complained, pulling another chicken leg out of the picnic basket.
Ria was embarrassed. She hadn’t realized she had spoken the thought out loud.
“I could use a little of that,” Zane complained.
“What, the blind adoration or the chicken leg?” Melanie asked.
“Both,” he said, expertly catching the chicken leg she threw at him.
“Get over it!”
Ria sat up on the blanket next to Nicholas, reaching inside the picnic basket for herself.
“Thank your mother for making lunch for us. It’s delicious.” Nicholas complimented.
“I will. She dropped some off to your father at the gym. He’s gained ten pounds since she’s learned to drive. She said, since she wanted to practice her driving by taking Nicholas lunch, that it’s rude not to bring some for him.”
“Maybe he’ll give her something in return,” Nicholas commented on the burgeoning attraction between their parents.
“That’s gross. Shut up, Nick.” Melanie threatened her brother with the half-eaten drumstick.
Ria smacked his hand. “Estupido. Mi Madre solo esta siendo amable!” Her mother’s attempt at friendship with Nicholas and his father had warmed Ria’s heart.
“Let him have it,” Melanie cheered her on.
“You understood me?”
“Yes.” She tilted her head to the side. “You said, your mother just wants to be friends, I think. You do realize Nicholas and I grew up in a multiethnic gym. I could swear in three different languages before I was six.”
“Can Nicholas speak Spanish?” Ria stiffened, her jaw clenching as she stared at Nicholas’s carefully bland face while his eyes danced in amusement.
“Ah… yeah!” Melanie shouted.
“Nicholas!” She fell on him, beating him with her fists.
“Let’s go do the paddle boats, Zane,” Melanie said, laughing. They left, holding hands while Nicholas tried to dodge Ria.
“What didn’t you want me to know…” he asked, rolling over to pin her underneath him, “that you begged me to fuck you harder or told me that I’m your Nicholas after declaring your love?”
He suddenly grew serious. “Te amo.”
“You love me, too?” Her eyes widened.
“Si.”